Just before midnight, Angus went to his living quarters in the mission building. His freckled face reddened with pleasure as he glanced about him; someone had been busy here while he had talked with Ugruk. Snowy pillows and sheets made his cot inviting. The room had been cleanly swept, the old furniture dusted, and clean but well-patched curtains hung at the windows. Of course his benefactor was Mrs. Konrad. Perhaps Gretchen had helped her; at least, he would like to think so. He could imagine her capable hands busy with the duster, her exotic face flushed, her blue eyes now brilliant, now shadowed.
He lay a long time looking out the window. The midnight sun hung like an immense red lantern just above the horizon. Meanwhile he thought about his brother, and his brother’s dream of happines
